This trick really worked. The five people's bleeding quickly stopped, and the team leader who had the best physical strength even slowly woke up. "Lord Isidor, were you the one who saved me? I was so blind to believe a minotaur who sneaked into the team. The child must have been replaced by some kind of evil magic, alas!" The captain sighed in a weak voice. Isidor hesitated for a moment, but in the end did not tell him the truth. He only told him that the minotaurs had been killed, but most of the warriors could not be rescued. "In fact, the day we joined this adventure group, we didn't think about how long we could live. For many warriors who were not strong enough, even dying together with the enemy was a luxury. It should be said that thanks to you, we have the qualifications to exchange our lives for each other's." The leader said gratefully. "Talk less, you are seriously injured, take a rest first." After giving the instructions, Isidor went back up the mountain and dragged the body of the giant minotaur out of the blood pit. Although the giant minotaur was very heavy, it was no problem for Isidor at the moment. However, just as his hand touched the minotaur's body, he suddenly felt a severe headache, as if someone had split his head with an axe. Isidor rolled to the ground, sweating all over in pain, unable to make a sound. He subconsciously glanced at his panel, and saw that the mental column showed a reading of [-42/50]. Chapter 61: Returning from the Bull Hunting Shocks the City "Am I going to die?" Isidor thought in despair, holding his head that felt like it was about to explode. As early as the battle in the Goblin Cave, his spirit had dropped to -5, which was very painful at that time. If it weren't for Aisina's generous use of facial cleanser to help him recover, he would have no way to move.
And now his spirit has dropped to as low as -42 points. It is impossible for a big-breasted elf to suddenly appear in the wilderness. How can he restore his spirit? Just as Isidor was thinking this, a breeze so subtle that it was almost imperceptible blew across his face, and two long brown beautiful legs appeared in his sight. "Isidor, Esina heard that you went to challenge the giant minotaur and was worried, so she asked me to come and take a look. What's wrong with you..." Iovia said worriedly as she looked at Isidor, who was curled up with his head in his hands. "Iowa? Nice! I'm saved!" Isidor heard Iowa's voice and struggled to stand up, but when he saw the dark elf's barren chest, he fell to the ground in despair again. "You can't. My symptoms can only be cured by getting a breast bigger." Isidor covered his head and managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth. "Ah? What kind of strange disease is that, lack of maternal love?" Iowa said, pressing her fingers on Isidor's head for a moment, then she breathed a sigh of relief. "It turns out that his mental strength was overdrawn. Fortunately, there was no physical damage." Iovia said, using a dagger to carve a circle of magic circles around Isidor, and then carved a small magic circle next to it and stood in it herself. Then she began to chant some kind of spell, and the magic circle under Iowa's feet gradually lit up with green light. When the green light was full, many more light spots gradually flew into the magic circle under Isidor. As the light spots shifted, Isidor began to feel that the symptoms of his headache were getting better little by little. When the magic circle beneath him was filled with green light, Isidor's headache was completely healed. He glanced at his panel and found that his mental strength had been fully restored. "What kind of healing magic is this? It's so powerful?" Isidor said in surprise. "This is not magic, but a secret technique of the dark elves. In this way, we can share our spiritual power with others." Iowa replied. "But in this case, won't you..." Isidor said worriedly. "It doesn't matter. I only shared less than 100 points of mental power and it reached the upper limit. Your mental attribute is really too low." Iowa said. Isidor frowned. The thing he was most worried about happened. [Name: Isidor] [Race: Mysterious Goblin] [Occupation: Ranger]
【Life: 107/444】 [Magic power: 50/50] [Endurance: 137/1012] [Spirit: 50/50] 【Strength: 1104】 [Agility: 504] 【Ghost value 500】 [Special skills: Hypnosis, Patience, Skill Fusion, Appraisal, Imagination Manifestation] [Racial skills: Stick Mastery LV10, Evolutionary Potential LV20, Shock Wave LV5, Evil Summoning LV3] [Professional skills: Backstab LV1, Agility LV1] The above are the complete values that Isidor saw in the system. Obviously, his magic power and spirit attributes will not increase at all when he evolves, even if the evolutionary branch specifically states that he will gain additional spirit power. Is this the result of the deterioration of the soul? Isidor clicked on the skill of fantasy embodiment and found that the length of this skill was as long as the new general skills in a certain board game. He patiently read it several times and roughly understood that this skill can create things out of thin air just as the literal meaning suggests, but the things created must be things that he already has sufficient knowledge of, and the materialized object must be a whole. In other words, if you want to materialize a rifle, you have to materialize all the parts of the rifle, such as the magazine, spring, grip, barrel, etc., one by one, and you cannot materialize the entire gun at once. But even so, Materialization can be considered a very convenient skill. However, this skill consumes Isidor's mental power, which he has never been able to increase. The higher the quality of the materialized item, the more mental power it consumes. In this way, wouldn't this skill, which is supposed to be extremely powerful, become useless? Just when Isidor was feeling a little regretful, he suddenly remembered that Little Dice Lady claimed to know everything, so he might as well ask her if she had any way to improve her mental power. "What are you thinking about? Take the giant minotaur's corpse back and extract the oil." Seeing him in a daze, Iovia reminded him. "Iowa, the five wounded soldiers at the foot of the mountain are all my friends who fought side by side with me. Please take care of them here. I'm afraid there are still some minotaurs left who may come out and hurt people while I'm carrying the wounded." Isidor said, pointing at the five pure love warriors at the foot of the mountain. "Leave it to me. If a mere minotaur dares to come, I will make sure he never returns." Iovia answered confidently. "Then I feel relieved." Isidor smiled and carried the bodies of the surviving pure love warriors and the giant minotaur down one by one. Although there was no one stationed at the foot of the mountain, there were carriages storing supplies. Iovia and Isidor each drove a carriage, one carrying the wounded and the other carrying the corpse of the giant minotaur, and rushed back to the small town of Rodria overnight. The journey was slow at night and it was already early morning when we arrived at the town. The two carriages caused a sensation as soon as they entered the city - the giant minotaur was a powerful monster that even A-level adventurers had difficulty dealing with, and the D-level adventurer before them was actually pulling its corpse with a carriage! Because there were so many people watching, the Adventurer's Guild also sent people to inquire. Isidor had no choice but to let Iovia send the injured for treatment while he stayed to explain to the Guild. Isidor did not mention the details of the battle, but only said that he and the pure love warriors attacked the Minotaur tribe and killed many Minotaur. This one was his trophy.
Because the Pure Love Warriors have always been mortal enemies of the Minotaur, everyone expressed their understanding. Then, the guild proposed to purchase the body of the minotaur and offered a generous reward, but Isidor politely declined. He simply asked the guild to help maintain order, and then dragged the giant minotaur's corpse all the way to the blacksmith Manglan's workshop. Although the guild helped to evacuate the crowd, there were still many onlookers who followed Isidor's carriage all the way to the door of the blacksmith shop. "Old man, the goods you asked for have arrived. Please sign for them!" Isidor shouted vigorously while standing at the door. "What are you arguing about? I'm busy forging swords for my distinguished guests. Can you bear the consequences?" The blacksmith Manglan opened the door impatiently, and then saw a mountain of minotaur corpses and a large crowd of onlookers. "Ah, it's Mr. Isidor. Wait... What the hell? What the hell! Did you really get the corpse of the giant minotaur?!" Manglan was so shocked that his mouth was exposed from under his beard. "Of course. The best blacksmith in Rodria worked hard to forge the sword for me, so of course I have to provide the best materials." Isidor said with a smile. Chapter 62: Another World Scam The early morning chill had not yet dissipated, but the residents of Rodria Town had already gotten up early and were busy with their daily lives. Poor townspeople usually don't eat in the morning, but they are used to gathering in teahouses to drink a few bowls of slightly bitter yerba mate tea. It can refresh the mind and replenish water. Most importantly, this drink can reduce people's appetite and make people less easily tired. "Have you heard? The D-rank adventurer who came into the city this morning hunted the giant minotaur in order to make quenching oil for the old blacksmith Manglan!" said a half-naked townsman. "Is it true? Didn't the old man close his business a while ago because there was no business?" a bald townsman said in surprise. "How could it be fake? I followed them all the way this morning! I saw the carriage carrying the minotaur's corpse drive to the doorstep of the old blacksmith! The old blacksmith called a dozen disembowelment technicians to cut off all the fat on the minotaur's body to refine oil. The minotaur's skin was as hard as the deadbeat at the east end of the town. Four or five disembowelment knives alone broke!" The half-naked townspeople said with joy. "Did you just cut off the fat? The minotaur's skin, horns, bones and other things are worth a lot of money!" asked another townsman who was attracted by him. "The old blacksmith seemed to have the same idea, but was stopped by that D-rank adventurer. He said he wanted to burn the remaining bodies into ashes and cremate them. We don't know what the purpose is, as all that would be burned is money! The old blacksmith has really turned things around this time. A monster that even an A-rank adventurer might not be able to defeat was made just to make him a pot of quenching oil! I heard that the old blacksmith wanted to forge a sword. What kind of magical weapon would it be to deserve such treatment? Who do you think the sword is for?" The half-naked townsman kept the question a secret, then picked up the yerba mate and drank half a bowl. "A-level? No, it must be S-level, right?" the bald townsman guessed. "S-rank is impossible? We have never had an S-rank adventurer in our town!" "None of them are right! That sword is for that D-level adventurer! I heard it all while I was lying on the wall. The old blacksmith was reporting the progress of forging to that D-level adventurer. The D-level adventurer thought it was too slow and asked him to hire a few more assistants. The old blacksmith is really rich now! I should have established a good relationship with him earlier." The half-naked townsman said regretfully. In the blacksmith shop, Isidor had no idea that his behavior had become the talk of the teahouse. After confirming the progress of forging with the old blacksmith, he returned to his residence, opened the closet and let the little dice girl out. Little Dice Girl stayed in the dim closet for several days, but she looked in good spirits. After removing the geoduck from her body, Little Dice Lady clung to Isidor's body and said, "Master, is the six times luck that Dice Lady gave you okay?" "Six times lucky? Wait, it was you who was responsible for me knocking the Minotaur away with one strike?" Isidor said with sudden realization. "Of course, luck can only be effective if used in the most appropriate place. But with the master's evolved strength, he can easily defeat his opponent even without Dice Lady's lucky shot." Dice Lady said obediently. "How do you know? Haven't you been locked up here all the time?" Isidor asked with a frown. "This kind of thing cannot be hidden from Dice Lady. Dice Lady knows everything, except what she knows!" said Little Dice Lady proudly. "Oh? Since you know everything, do you know how to improve my mental power?" Isidor asked. "Of course I know. I also know that the master has been wanting to ask me this question since he came back." Dice Lady nodded.
"Really? That's great! Tell me what the method is?" Isidor said ecstatically. "Dice Lady knows, but she can't express it." Dice Lady shook her head. "Is it very complicated? You can talk slowly. I have nothing to do for the moment." Isidor said. "No, it's not about whether it's complicated or not, it's just that there is no way to convey it to you." Dice Lady shook her head. "Do you mean that there is some kind of restriction on this information, or something like a curse that prevents you from saying it? If so, I'll get paper and pen to write it for you," said Isidor. "Master, this is impossible. No matter how it is expressed, the meaning conveyed will be distorted or even erased. Maybe I have told you the method, but you can't detect it at all, and I have no way of knowing whether I really said it." Dice Lady replied. "Ah, can you please stop asking riddles? It's really a headache. There's nothing I can do about it! It's not your fault." Isidor said helplessly. "Hehe, the master is so nice." Dice Lady said, and began to suck Isidor's fingers. "Wait, when did you start calling me master?" Isidor suddenly asked. "I've been calling you for a long time, and you just realized it?" Dice Lady raised her head and looked at Isidor with her lovely big eyes. "No, no, no, what I mean is, do you recognize me? You were so arrogant some time ago." Isidor said. "At that time I didn't know how powerful the master was. Master, I have become so docile. Can you please not lock me up in that thing in the future?" Dice Lady said pitifully. "As long as you're obedient, why would I keep you locked up? I'm going to find a place to practice swordplay during this time, so just stay with me. But you have to change your clothes. Going out wearing nothing is almost the same as running naked." Isidor said. "Master really cares about me, but Dice Girl can shrink into a dice and carry it with you. In the dice state, I hardly consume any magic power, so the master doesn't need to worry so much." Dice Girl said. "Haha, what if you shrink away and never come out? Then I won't be able to do anything to you, right?" Isidor said with a smile. "Master, you are so annoying. Don't you believe in my sincerity? Do I have to express it in this way?" Dice Lady pouted and suddenly kissed Isidor's lips, her fingers groping down from his chest. Isidor also took the opportunity to kiss her passionately, and his hands climbed onto Dice Girl's waist. The little boat of Dice Girl was tossed up and down as if in a storm, and it seemed like it would break down at any moment, but it was able to withstand it just fine every time. The face of the dice girl showed an expression that seemed to be painful and joyful. She put her hands on Isidor's shoulders, as if she was trying to control the rhythm, but she couldn't resist Isidor's violent storm. Finally, she fell into Isidor's arms like a lotus after the rain, expressing her joy through her gasps. Until the flash floods broke out, the dam was opened, and the gushing waves extinguished the last bit of fishing fire in her eyes. Die Niang finally passed out during the mating she initiated. Seeing that Dice Lady had lost consciousness, Isidor stopped making things difficult for her and carried her to the bed, wrapping her in a blanket. "Have a good rest. I'm going to practice sword." Isidor kissed Dice Lady's collarbone and stood up to leave. Just then, an arrogant voice came from behind Isidor. "Hahaha! Did you get fooled? This is my escape route!" Isidor looked back and saw that the blanket on the bed was empty, and the Dice Lady had already shrunk into the twenty-sided dice and would not come out again. "Damn it, is there a honey trap in the other world?" Isidor said regretfully. Chapter 63: The Correct Way to Open the Dice Girl Although Isidor regretted it too late, the dice girl had already retreated, and it was probably impossible to trick her out again. Although using violence might open the dice, it would be meaningless if the dice girl was destroyed.
After much thought, Isidor decided to bring the dice girl to Esna to see. Since the dice girl had tricked me, I didn't need to be polite to her. Besides, this girl was so afraid of Esina, so Esina must have a way to deal with her. After making up his mind, Isidor took Dice Girl all the way to the library in Rodria Town. It was very easy to find Aisina. Wherever there were many ancient books, Aisina would be there.